Ollivander's words made Link a little angry, and his face immediately turned stern.
Because this was basically indirectly scolding him for having no talent, which is why he couldn't match with the wand.
To be honest, Link's somewhat German-style tough face, although not fully matured yet, did look a bit scary when serious.
So as soon as the words were spoken, Ollivander's expression changed into an awkward laugh, "Right, weren't you here to change your wand? Let me measure you. Which hand do you usually use?"
As Ollivander spoke, he flicked out a soft tape measure, which wrapped around Link's body like a snake, quickly measuring his body data.
"Right hand." Link said coldly.
And upon hearing this, Ollivander, who had finished collecting the data, also retracted the soft ruler, went back behind the counter, and began rummaging through the pile of wand boxes.
After a burst of chaos, he finally came back to Link holding a light-colored wand with both hands.
"Poplar wood, unicorn hair, twelve inches long, come and try it."
Link glared at Ollivander for a while but eventually still took the wand from his hand. After all, anger was anger, but choosing a wand ultimately still depended on him.
However, as soon as this wand entered his hand, Link's eyebrows furrowed.
Because that strange feeling of magical blockage had not disappeared, instead, it had grown even stronger. At the same time, this wand also did not produce any strange phenomena as described in the original story.
At this moment, Ollivander's reaction was similar to Link's. He frowned and snatched the wand back from Link's hand while muttering, "This shouldn't be… Poplar wood wands are supposed to be the most compatible. Moreover, I even chose unicorn hair as the core, this combination should work even for someone with magical talent as poor as a near-Squib."
Because of the close distance, Ollivander's muttering clearly entered Link's ears. This made him finally a bit unable to bear it.
But someone was faster than him. The always-invisible Little Button suddenly appeared behind Ollivander with an angry face and pointed a finger at him.
But before Little Button could do anything, Link saw that Ollivander's face suddenly lit up with excitement.
"I know! It must be this!"
Ollivander shouted, pushing aside the blocking Little Button. After rummaging again, he shoved a wand into Link's hands, a black one with many dark brown streaks.
"Quick, try this one! I guarantee this time it will definitely work!"
Link took the wand half-believingly. And the moment the wand fell into his hand, the magic within Link surged into the wand uncontrollably.
At the same time, this wand also began to emit a fiery red glow, mixed with faint birdsong.
"I knew it! I knew this one would work!" Ollivander was so excited he nearly jumped up. "Ebony wood, phoenix feather, exactly thirteen inches! Ebony, the best choice for casting offensive spells and transfiguration! They usually only choose people full of courage, those who can ignore external pressure and hold fast to their beliefs!"
"I must apologize to you, Link! The reason your old larch wand no longer suited you wasn't because you lacked the qualities it needed, but because it had already completed its mission, to help you become a wizard full of courage and confidence! I think you should tell your mother this news immediately, I guarantee she'll be overjoyed!"
With Ollivander waving his arms and shouting like a madman, the previously furious Little Button also suddenly became emotional.
"The little master has achieved something! The little master… oh! Little Button must hurry and tell Madam!" Little Button said tearfully, snapped his trembling fingers, and vanished into thin air.
But Link's attention was still on the ebony wand in his hand.
At this point, the strange glow from the wand had already disappeared, but the feeling of magical connection still remained.
Through this magical link, Link could clearly sense the structure inside the wand and the core within. This strange feeling was something Link had never felt before. He had a premonition that the spells he cast now would be at least fifty percent more powerful than before.
This swept away the depression and anger in Link's heart. After all, although Ollivander's emotional intelligence was a bit low, at least his work was solid.
Taking a deep breath and in high spirits, Link pulled out his undetectable extension charm bag and said, "This one's good. How much is it?"
As soon as Link said that, Ollivander, who was previously dancing with joy, instantly returned to normal. He leaned closer to Link and gently said, "90 gold Galleons."
"Are you robbing me!?" Link instantly flared up. The ebony wand in his hand, sensing its new owner's emotion, burst out with an even more brilliant light than before.
Although he didn't have much shopping experience, he did know the value of wizarding currency.
There are three types of currency in the wizarding world: gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts.
The conversion rate is, 1 gold Galleon = 17 silver Sickles
1 silver Sickle = 29 bronze Knuts
As for purchasing power, Link had seen unicorns in the Forbidden Forest before, and even their most valuable horns only sold for 21 Galleons.
Not to mention, Link clearly remembered in the original book that when Harry and the other young wizards went to buy their first wands, each cost only 7 Galleons. In comparison, Link's wand was more than ten times the price of Harry's.
This Ollivander was treating Link like a sucker to rip off.
But Ollivander himself looked extremely wronged. He carefully avoided the ebony wand's glowing light and explained with a long face, "Oh, my dear young master! I know, you must be thinking that your classmates' wands were all very cheap. But do you know? Regardless of materials, every wand's base cost is over 20 Galleons. The reason they could buy them so cheaply is entirely because the Ministry of Magic provides a wand subsidy for first-year Hogwarts students. And you… are no longer a first-year…"
Upon hearing this, Link's expression stiffened, and the glow of the wand in his hand dimmed noticeably. Because… Ollivander's reason really did make sense.
Just then, a money pouch suddenly flew from behind Link and smacked Ollivander in the face, knocking him flat.
At the same time, Madam Flamel's cold voice came from the doorway.
"100 Galleons, no need for change."
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